On the
Edge of the
Razor
Stephen Mitchell
This
morning I cut myself shaving. Usually,
I’m quite careful with my razor. It’s a safety razor—one of those
grocery store luxury items that are supposed to conform to the contours
of my face. But this morning my hand slipped. Lucky for me the blades
are small, so they didn’t cut deeply. Razors can though. Why else would
both surgeons and cutthroats wield them?
In the 2003 film Luther, which I saw
only recently, a peculiar scene occurs between
the title character and his spiritual father. As Luther prepares to
stand trial for his writings, Staupitz, recalling the social upheaval
caused by Luther’s writings, warns him to love good more than he hates
evil. Meanwhile, with precision and grace, he shaves Luther’s neck.
I’ve mulled over
those words the last
several weeks, turned them this way and that, tried them on like
spectacles to see if they would help make clear what had before been
fuzzy. What, I’ve asked, is the difference between loving good and
hating evil? Doesn’t the love of the one imply, yea even demand, hatred
of the other? Shouldn’t we be capable of both? Perhaps. But the
sentiment that leads will brings us to radically different ends. The
danger lies, I think, in the power of hatred to overwhelm all other
emotions.
Andreas Karlstadt,*
Luther’s
colleague at the University of Wittenberg, provides a compelling
example. Impressed by Luther’s theses, he supported him in his
opposition to religious corruption. Allied with this religious
corruption was a political system that oppressed the peasants. There
was evil in this religious-political system, an evil that needed to be
changed. But hatred of evil overcame Karlstadt; he turned radical
revolutionary and lead the peasants to outrageous act of violence which
led to reprisals by the authorities, who slaughtered thousands of
peasants.
In Karlstadt’s hand
the razor
slipped, or perhaps he slipped on it. Reform became for him a
revolutionary tightrope stretched over a valley of bones and sharp
rocks. When he fell, the razor cut deeply, severing his life and the
lives of those who followed.
As
I look at my own world, I find it
chillingly similar to Luther’s. Of course, we’ve no medieval church
selling indulgences; we do, however, live in a world of abundant evil.
From terrorism to torture, from racism to genocide, from poverty to
imperialism, we need not look far to find injustices worthy of hatred.
It is, in fact, quite satisfying to hate evil, to point out the
failings of those in power, to denounce the oppressor. We might even
need such activism to remain moral people. Too quickly though, we can
be left with little but outrage which too soon becomes overwhelming
hatred.
Consider our very
recent history.
What, if not an overwhelming hatred of perceived evil, could have led
our nation which prided itself on liberty and justice for all to build,
deploy, and explode weapons of mass destruction in the name of
defending freedom from tyranny? What, if not hatred of the evils of our
capitalism, could have persuaded the Soviets to do the same?
And consider the
contemporary scene.
What, if not an all consuming hatred of perceived evil, could convince
the bin Laden’s of this world to turn airliners into missiles and
bodies into bombs? What but an overwhelming hatred of evil could lead
men to consider the torture of terrorists a legitimate act? Is it
possible that nations and groups on both sides of the war on terror are
acting more from hatred of evil than from love of good?
In literature too,
we find examples.
Ivan Karamazov, the intellectual of the Brother’s Karamazov,
hated evil. But this hatred led him
to complicity in the murder of his father.
The opposing
ideologies of the two
sides suggest further that identifying and responding to evil is a
dangerous, difficult, and perplexing task. In addition to the risk that
hatred will overwhelm us, there is the clear and present danger of
calling the wrong thing evil—or failing to see our own.
Is
it possible that Jesus understood
just how difficult it is to tell good from evil? Did he know that love
of good and hatred of evil, though standing as close as the blade-width
of a razor, lead in radically different directions? Could this
knowledge have motivated him, at least partly, to tell some of those
puzzling stories in the Gospels? Could this difficulty help to explain
why he said that the great commandment is to love God, followed by love
of neighbor? Could he have placed these two side by side, so close
together that no razor could divide them, because he knew that the
first separated from the second would lead professed lovers of God to
slaughter their fellow humans?
When the rich young
ruler affirmed
his faithfulness to the “shalts” and “shalt nots” of the law, Jesus
told him to sell his goods and give the money to the poor. In the
parable of the Good Samaritan, Jesus said nothing about hunting down
the thieves and bringing them to justice; he merely praised the good
works of the Samaritan.
In the story of the
Publican and the
Pharisee at prayer, the difference emerges again, razor-thin but
terribly important. The Pharisee disdains (dare I say hates?) the
Publican—probably for good reason—while the Publican yearns for the
goodness of forgiveness. Jesus leaves no question about whom we are to
imitate.
Could not this
difference—between
love of good and hatred of evil—provide a sliver of light to help us
penetrate the mysteries of the Sermon on the Mount? What, if not love
of good, could compel us to turn the other cheek? What, if not love of
good, could lead us to bind up the wounds of the oppressed? What but
this same love could compel us to visit those sick or in prison? What
but the love that is the greatest of all good things could lead a man
to accept death at the hands of his enemies rather than to strike back
in violence and hatred?
I cannot claim that
Luther or his
followers fully succeeded in loving good. At times they may even have
embraced evil. In his later writings, I recall, Luther wrote hatefully
of the Jews, and he responded to Karlstadt’s peasant uprising by
advocating for violent reprisal. Perhaps the bloodiest slip of the
razor occurred when much of the German church acquiesced to Hitler.
As a worshiper in a
Lutheran
congregation, I can attest that we still struggle to love good more
than we hate evil. But Staupitz’s advice is sound. It is not simple nor
easy to let love rather than hate lead. But to do otherwise is to let
the razor slip. Our volatile world and the blood in my sink suggest we
dare not be so careless. *My use of
Andreas Karlstadt is based upon his presentation in the film. The
historical debate surrounding his purported violence and the
possibility that the character might have been merged with the
historical Thomas Muentzer is noted but not crucial to the argument of
this article.
—Stephen
Mitchell lives with his wife and two children in an old house in Mount
Holly, North Carolina, where he teaches English, reads, gardens, and
puzzles endlessly over the challenges of living peaceably.
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